Hit-Boy - All or Nothing lyrics

[Intro] Ayo this sh** like the superbowl It's us against them Bad Boy b**h Coke Boys Verse everybody [Hook] I want it all or nothing, don't give me nothing Don't give me nothing Ayo French, yo, talk to 'em I want it all or nothing, these n***as be fronting These n***as be fronting You know what I'm talking 'bout You came here with nothing, you leave here with nothing You know what I'm talking 'bout, you know what I'm talking 'bout [Verse 1: French Montana] She came here with nothing, she gon' leave with nothing I was born with nothing, gon' die with nothing My dome is strapped and she'll die for nothing You came here for them, came out with nothing My whole team stunting, neck full of gold, haaan I'm high and drunk, don't listen to this No OG or Puff, got Christian women She came from the block, it was picture women Hop on this yacht, come fishing with me All these bad b**hes taking pictures with me All the police taking pictures of me New Lambo, old pistol with me Got bando out the window of it [Hook] I want it all or nothing, don't give me nothing Don't give me nothing Ayo French, yo, talk to 'em I want it all or nothing, these n***as be fronting These n***as be fronting You know what I'm talking 'bout You came here with nothing, you leave here with nothing You know what I'm talking 'bout, you know what I'm talking 'bout [Verse 2] I want it all You want it too but sh**, I want it more I had a ball I spoke to Ye, he said "I am a god" Got no time though You know what I'm talking 'bout? You can't take it with you, you might as well ball You know what I'm talking 'bout? I take from the rich and I give to the poor I want it all or nothing, don't give me nothing I was born with nothing, gon' die with nothing They ain't give me nothing so I owe 'em nothing [Hook] I want it all or nothing, don't give me nothing Don't give me nothing Ayo French, yo, talk to 'em I want it all or nothing, these n***as be fronting These n***as be fronting You know what I'm talking 'bout You came here with nothing, you leave here with nothing You know what I'm talking 'bout, you know what I'm talking 'bout [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa] I want all the weed, I want all the cheese I want a bad b**h from overseas I need my dick s**ed, I mean, on your knees I roll a paper plane, go where I'm supposed to be I'm probably in the clouds and I ain't looking down No problems, I got all smiles The n***as with me, they all wild Counting money, let it all pile They've been waiting a long while For a young n***a with his own style She hit my phone and I go to her house Give me that brain, told her open her mouth Know when I'm 'bout, money, marijuana, p**y Some things I don't go without Come to my house, probably get lost Have you stuffing weed in cones you won't make it out I be so high that I'm floating f**ed this b**h and now she open Talking 'bout she want a real one All these n***as, I don't feel none Hundred thousand dollar bills on her Wrote another thousand dollar meal I'm the king and all my n***as loyal still Take your b**h and f** her, crazy for the thrill I ain't tripping on you n***as cause I'm making paper Laugh now, she gon' f** me later Smell the KK from the elevator No phones, they investigators